Chapter 258 He Left His Mark in Every Corner
After Roman left, Abigail stared at the documents in front of her for a long time but couldn't focus.
Annoyed, she closed the file, called her driver, and went straight to the White Group.
Since taking over DM, she had rarely come here, but the employees still remembered her and greeted her with smiles.
Abigail responded to each of them and went directly to the president's exclusive elevator to the top floor.
Leo was handling some documents and quickly came forward to greet her as soon as he saw Abigail. "Hello, Mrs. White. Mr. White is discussing a collaboration with a client. You can wait inside for a moment, and I'll notify him right away."
Abigail waved her hand and said, "No need, I'll wait outside. You go ahead and take care of your business."
Leo replied seriously, "Mr. White specifically instructed that if you come to see him, no matter how busy he is, he should be notified immediately."
Without waiting for Abigail to say anything, he knocked on the office door.
A second later, a cold, deep voice came from inside, "Come in."
Leo opened the door and gestured for Abigail to enter.
Abigail sighed and walked in.
Inside the office, a middle-aged man in a suit was sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face.
Gregory was sitting opposite him, leisurely drinking water.
As soon as Gregory saw Abigail come in, his eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up. "Abigail, what brings you here?"
Abigail looked embarrassed and asked, "Mr. White, am I interrupting your work?"
Gregory said, "No, Mr. Harrington and I were just about finished."
The man referred to as Mr. Harrington looked at Abigail, a flash of amazement in his eyes. "This must be Mrs. White. I've heard so much about you! Mr. White is truly fortunate to have such a young and beautiful wife."
Even in front of others, Gregory didn't hesitate to hold Abigail's hand.
He smiled and replied, "Yes, I am indeed very fortunate."
Meeting Gregory's intense gaze, Abigail's cheeks flushed slightly.
She scratched Gregory's palm, signaling him to be more reserved since there were others around.
But the next moment, her hand was tightly held.
Mr. Harrington hadn't expected Gregory to react this way to his casual remark. He glanced at Abigail a few more times, and his eyes showing a bit more respect.
After Mr. Harrington left, Gregory pulled Abigail back into the office.
With a slight force, he lifted Abigail onto his lap.
Abigail felt a dizzying spin, and when she came to her senses, she was already in Gregory's arms.
She opened her mouth to say something, but Gregory's passionate and urgent kiss silenced her.
Abigail was momentarily stunned but then wrapped her arms around Gregory's neck, responding to his fervent kiss.
The soft sensation on her lips made her heart race.
Gregory's unique, refreshing scent enveloped her, making her unconsciously sink into it.
The kiss lasted so long that Abigail almost couldn't breathe before Gregory finally let her go.
Leaning against Gregory's chest, Abigail's slender hands clutched his shirt tightly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Gregory's breathing grew heavier, and his body reacted involuntarily.
Abigail, unaware of the danger, moved slightly, adding fuel to the fire.
Even through the fabric, it was impossible to ignore.
A vein on Gregory's forehead throbbed, and his voice was hoarse. "Don't move."
Realizing what was pressing against her, Abigail's face turned red.
"Shameless," Abigail said.
Seeing Abigail's shy expression, Gregory suddenly had a wicked thought and straightened his back on purpose.
His thin lips moved to Abigail's ear, gently biting it, and whispered, "I can be even more shameless. Do you want to try, Mrs. White?"
Hearing this, Abigail's heart skipped a beat. She struggled to get off Gregory, but he held her tightly.
"Don't move. I won't do anything, just hold you for a while," Gregory said.
Hearing the fatigue in his voice, Abigail felt a pang of sympathy and stopped struggling.
Gregory noticed her small movements, smiled, and buried his face in her shoulder.
After a long time, when Abigail's shoulder started to ache, Gregory finally let her go.
He held Abigail's slender waist and placed her on the nearby sofa, sighing contentedly. "I'm Recharged."
Abigail smiled helplessly. "I guess I'm somewhat useful."
Gregory looked at her, his deep eyes sparkling. "Your existence is valuable to me. Abigail, you are my treasure, unique and cherished for a lifetime."
Abigail didn't expect Gregory to say such romantic words seriously, and her heart raced.
She shyly glared at him, saying, "Go back to work. Tricia recently recommended a great restaurant. Let's go there after you're done."
"Okay," Gregory nodded with a smile.
Worried that Abigail might get bored, he handed her his tablet. "Sit here for a while. I'll be done soon."
Abigail took the tablet and happily started watching a TV show.
Gregory returned to his desk and focused on his work, occasionally glancing at Abigail.
With her there, his efficiency was exceptionally high, and he finished his work in just an hour.
However, Abigail was engrossed in her show and didn't look up once.
This made Gregory curious.
He organized the signed documents and walked over to Abigail, but she didn't notice.
The TV show was reaching its climax.
The main characters were having a dramatic fallout due to national and family conflicts. The scene was grand, and the actors' emotions were intense, drawing viewers in.
Abigail's eyes reddened, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
Seeing her cry, Gregory felt a bit helpless. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Abigail looked up, her eyes wet, and stared at Gregory.
Gregory paused the video and took out a tissue to wipe her tears. "Alright, it's just a TV show. It's not real."
Abigail pouted, about to cry again.
Gregory quickly apologized. "Okay, I won't say anything. Please don't cry."
Abigail glared at Gregory and suddenly felt sad. "They say a marriage without a foundation of love won't last."
Gregory, both amused and exasperated, quickly held Abigail's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Who says we don't have a foundation of love? We love each other, and no one in this world can separate us."
Abigail blinked, tears clinging to her long lashes, making her look especially pitiful. "Really?"
"Really. No matter what happens, I won't leave you. I promise," Gregory said.
"How do you plan to prove it?" Abigail asked.
Gregory suddenly leaned in, one hand holding the back of her head and the other around her waist, giving her a light kiss on the lips. "Is this enough?"
He kissed her again. "How about this?"
Gregory's playful actions finally pulled Abigail out of her sadness.
She laughed and playfully pushed him away. "Go away, my face is covered in your saliva!"
"Not just your face. I want to leave my mark on every inch of your body," Gregory said, his lips slowly moved down to Abigail's neck.
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